When you devote yourself to love

When you devote yourself to love,
ration and reason will disappear
your tongue will become a servant to kindness
as words of sweet truth and compassion
tumble from your lips
no longer will you ask,
“how much can i do with my life?”
but instead,
“how much of life can i notice?”
when you become intimate with love,
your heart will yank the reigns from your mind,
and you may become bruised and battered
from the journey she takes you on,
but without the pain of a hard fall
you wouldn’t feel the pleasure of
a courageous heart willing to get back up,
as it beats like a celebratory drum
because you are still here
you are still here


allie michelle

The Place Where You Are Now

This place where you are right now

Life circled on a map for you.

Wherever your eyes and arms and heart can move

Against the earth and the sky,

The Beloved has bowed there –

Life has bowed there knowing

You were coming.



A slightly edited poem by Hafiz
Translation by Daniel Ladinsky, The Subject Tonight Is Love

The Guest House


This poem by Rumi is often read in connection to mindfulness, and I think it’s a beautiful reminder of how to meet discomfort in our practice, and our lives.

Each morning we wake up to certain feelings or sensations, and each morning there is something new. Sometimes we feel rejuvenated and content, other times we are tired, in pain, feel a heaviness or something else we would categorize as negative. Even pausing for a moment to simply meet & feel whatever is there, will increase our awareness and sense of presence. We practice meeting it all with as much patience, kindness, and curiosity as possible.

In mindfulness meditation we practice focus and observation, which in time helps us gain a different perspective of what we are feeling and sensing, instead of becoming absorbed by it. If we feel pain somewhere in the body, we can try and imagine breathing into and out of that place, I have found this to be helpful with for example headache and shoulder pain.

We practice meeting our feelings and sensations. We try as much as we can to invite it all in, even the discomfort. After all, it may be clearing the way for new joy.


The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.